Imprimer - Paroles Mania

I know that you're an artist

You're the hardest one to deal with

Everything that you conceal is revealed on your canvas

You find all of your ugly meanings

In the things I find beautiful

Do you see the fall is coming?

Come, I'm falling into you

You perceive all of these things I'd never have known

Love, will you turn out the lights?

Cause we're already home

Home

You painted me in pastels

Colors that don't tell of any boldness

Cause that's the way you love to see me,

So delicate, so weak, so little purpose

But your eyes are drawn of charcoal

They're black, they're so cold, they're so imperfect

Cause they see a sleeping world where waking isn't worth it

You perceive all of these things I'd never have known

Love, will you turn out the lights?

Cause we're already home

Home

Can you live without your lies?

I've had enough of you tonight

All of these things I'd never have known

Love, will you turn out the lights?

Cause we're already home

Home

You perceive all of these things I'd never have known

Love, will you turn out the lights?

Cause we're already home

Home

From Paroles Mania